The Faded Masquerade

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The fever broke at dawn, leaving Elias Thorne gasping for air that tasted of copper and old ash. He lay in the narrow bed of his quarters, the stone floor beneath him cold enough to bite through the thin wool of his shirt, his body a map of aches that had nothing to do with battle. In the dream, Elara had been a bird with bones so thin they let the light pass through them, singing a song that...

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